Day 1

If today were scented it'd be dryer lint, black tea, freshly cut grass, and yeast. The move into the little brick house is magic, home for a year feels like a luxury. The weekend has been full of thrifting, baking bread, gardening,  and meeting neighbors.  Delightful neighbor/friends who, while lacking a rolling pin, have introduced us to the garden plot and given us fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs. My room is a converted porch with ten windows, sunlight-joy, strawberry-blond sun strands.


It's just such a hands-in-the-dirt-heart-in-the-sky way of being here. Maybe I'm country-souled after all. I feel whole.

This semester some of the things I want to be intentional about are remembering the sacred in my life... living simply, living spiritually, living presently. I really want to explore the depths of tradition and freedom, rhythms ... discover what it looks like for me to follow Jesus in sincerity to the revelation of God and who I am. Jesus is radical, and I want to embody that within myself... not even necessarily outwardly but "abiding in Christ"... I don't know- this is on my thoughts a lot and I am still trying to parse out what it means.